Were Where We?

Dear Eugene,

We are all Bible translators, aren't we, when we are serious about going on the Way that is Jesus?

You taught me, "Christians don't simply learn or study or use Scripture; we assimilate it, take it into our lives in such a way that it gets metabolized into acts of love, cups of cold water, missions into all the world, healing and evangelism and justice in Jesus' name, hands raised in adoration of the Father, feet washed in company with the Son."

In every conversation I had, even the most mundane ones--especially the most mundane ones--I found myself reaching for the repository of God's words, tying up threads to form strands, reworking trite doctrines and esoteric lingoes into a peculiar particularity of the I-and-Thou in the here-and-now, creating with my conversation partner a unique pattern of a tapestry all about Jesus, with our quirks and flaws, warts and all, woven into a fabric of many loose ends, work-in-progress, to-be-continued...

So how are you? that's usually how I started a conversation.  What I really said was So where were we?

Yours, Alex


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